I took your space by Andrew Calloway

And vandalised your small world

 

To make as part of mine;
Taming its wildness,
Changing the nature of things.
I fenced that stolen land for business,
So nature would not intrude;
Expecting its respect
For my man-made boundaries
That I patrolled with trap and gun
And poison.
But I blame you still
For your presence
Among the grazing livelihood
Of the one who took your hunting ground,
Your playing fields,
The one who shattered your quiet life,
With arrogance and disrespect;
Without a second thought.